‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍𝗴͟𝘂͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗱 ‍‍‍𝗱͟𝗼͟𝗴.

⠀ ⠀ 𐂯 ⠀݁⠀ ˛⠀⠀ * ⠀ w͟o͟l͟f͟’͟s ⠀ 𝖇𝗶͟𝘁͟𝗲.

confusion is clear in brown eyes, brows furrowed as they look into her eyes, “ what are you sorry for? it’s not like it was your dog. ” blissfully unaware, leaning into the touch. it’s soothing, they have no idea why, but there is

⠀ ⠀ . . . 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝔡* ᵏ𝑛𝑜𝑤͟𝑠 . ‧ ˚ 𑁍 ܓ༉ . ⠀

“ you don’t know that, sumi. ” a small huff, but they nod. swiftly removing jacket, a scarred bite mark clear against reddened skin. “ it got better for a while, and not the itching is worse. ”

“ it 𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. ” they mumble in response, though hand lowers even with voiced concern. “ i tried some nunbing cream, but it doesn’t work. ”

scratching shoulder. don’t mind it being quite red already.

⠀ 𝕺𝙻𝙳 ༒ 𝙳͟𝙾𝙶, 𝙽┈𝙴𝚆 𝑻𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ … ⠀𝑖'm 𝑦ou𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑟 ， not your 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 in the end we're 𝐴𝑃𝑋⸻we' re a T͟E͟A͟M.⠀

⠀ wailing like an —— IMBECILE. ⠀

　　　*͇ ⠀ ⠀︶︶⠀ 𝓐𝙱𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 —— ultraviolent 𝓈𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒; fracture patterns in the exposed 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 bones. we 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 with our 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 on the 𝓭𝙪𝙨𝙩 but the gods do 𝗻𝗼𝘁 answer us.

⠀ ❛͟ 𝗂𝖿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝙗𝗲͟𝗮͟𝘀𝘁 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗺𝗲

okay is this your first time being stalked by the nocturnal beasts of eternal night or something why are you freaking out so much

what am i? / you're alive.

⠀ ⠀ 𐂯 ⠀݁⠀ ˛⠀⠀ * ⠀ w͟o͟l͟f͟’͟s ⠀ 𝖇𝗶͟𝘁͟𝗲.